A dangerous time to let your head make up its own mind

Dying flowers in a dressing room

Now that’s what’s real to me, real to me

I’ll raise my family and live in peace

When all the madness has been and gone

Another country but they start to look the same

That’s not real to me

Watch the world behind a window pane

Men in suits who think they know it all

No-one knows me but they know my name